This is my blog, so I can gripe, right?
Ok. I’m going to gripe.
I have a stomach bug. Got it yesterday, puked my guts out last night till about Midnight. Worked from home today.
As if spending the entire evening laying on the bathroom floor with my arms around a toilet wasn’t bad enough, I puked up my antibiotics.
I’m on antibiotics because my tooth is killing me.
It’s the tooth on which I had a root canal in July. I’m not a dentist or anything, but I was under the assumption that once they removed all the nerves from the tooth, it shouldn’t hurt anymore.
Well, it hurts. It hurts so much, no medication is touching the pain. Thus the antibiotics… to remove the suspected infection and make my tooth (finally) stop hurting.
But if I took the antibiotics today, the odds would be very high that I’d vomit them right back up.
So, are you with me?
My stomach hurts. I puked last night. A lot. My tooth is throbbing and thumping and there’s nothing I can do to relieve the pain.
And the house was pushed back a week… which means we’ll be moving in the weekend of Christmas.
Which means none of our friends who offered to help will be around to help. It means that we will basically have no Christmas. That we will have no time to get someone in here to clean the place because, well, how many cleaning companies work between Christmas and New Year?
And, for the grand finale, my cousin who is in a beyond messed-up space, had his dog put to sleep this morning EVEN THOUGH I offered to do everything I could to help him find a new home from 400 miles away. Rather than take me up on my offer, his dog, who has spent the past five days living in a basement after essentially being abandoned, was euthanized.
So I’ve spent the past half hour crying my eyes out for this animal I never met.
Maybe next time I write in here I’ll be happier, more jovial and upbeat. But tonight I have a stomach ache, a tooth ache, a headache, a heavy heart and a whole lot of stress.
Last night my cheesecake got to luxuriate in a warm bath, but me? Nope. No luxuriating.
What? You didn’t know that cheesecakes got baths?? Well, they do. Or at least mine do because that’s what the recipe calls for. It actually uses the word luxuriate.
What happens is you put the cheesecake in a spring form pan, wrap the pan in aluminum foil, then place the whole shebang in a big dish, fill the dish with boiling water (the bath) and stick it in the oven for 90 minutes.
Then you turn the oven off, but leave the contraption in there so that the cheesecake can – you guessed it – luxuriate in its bath for an hour.
It’s all for my dad, you guys.
He loves chocolate cheesecakes. And since the arrival of our Kitchen Aid mixer, I’ve made a few cheesecakes – of the plain and pumpkin variety – but this time I decided to use my Ghiradelli chips and go to town. I even made (from scratch!) a chocolate crust (from scratch!).
But I don’t think he’s going to love this one. I didn’t taste the batter because of the raw egg, but Allan did and he said it tastes really good. Really, really good. Like a big mug of hot cocoa mixed with cheesecake.
My dad loves chocolate chocolate. The kind of chocolate that is so chocolate-y, it’s almost too much for the tastebuds.
So I believe this cheesecake will be a disappointment, and I will offer to make him another one when he comes down to see the new house.
The new house that we will move into in approximately three weeks, by the way.
Yeah, three weeks.
We’ve done a good job packing, getting organized and sifting through unwanted/unneeded items. But when the house went on the market on Nov. 1, we stopped. It’s so messy, the whole packing process, that in order to keep our house as close to immaculate as it gets, we’ve stopped doing everything necessary for vacating our house.
And now we’re in HOLY CRAP mode.
Because this is most likely the last time I’ll post before Thanksgiving, I should let you (and future me) know what I’m thankful for.
I’m not a religious person – I don’t remember the last time I went to Mass – but right now, right this minute, I have never been more blessed in my life.
I am infinitely grateful for this moment in time and everything that has gone into making it so unbelievably special. My marriage, my family, my friends, my job, the house – I really and truly could not be a more blessed person. And I know it. And I’m infinitely grateful for it.
You guys, the weather is so bad right now. The temperatures are in the 40’s and it’s RAINING. It’s cold and RAINING!
I’d take basically anything but this. Snow. Hail. Big, booming thunderstorms. But not this steady, dreary, cold rain.
It chills me to my bones and, to sound overly dramatic here, darkens my outlook on life in general.
I don’t think I’ve updated you on the renting process for our current abode.
The house went on the market Nov. 1. On Nov. 2, while sitting in a Photoshop class, I got word that we had a showing… in 20 hours.
The house was a disaster. Not a little one, but a big one. And before you judge me – have you ever tried to keep your house spotless while moving? Yeah… it’s impossible!
Because I’m lazy and grumpy as a result of the aforementioned RAIN, I’m going to copy and paste an email I wrote to my friend Tiffany (Hi, Mrs. B!):
We cleaned and cleaned and cleaned (and cleaned) from 5:30-12:30, then started again at 7am to be out the door by 10am. I found out yesterday that the property management company forgot to put a key in our lock box, and they never got into the house for the showing. All of that for nothing. I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. So I did a bit of both.
We had another showing the following Thursday, during which point folks were actually able to get inside and see the wonderfulness (exaggeration? Maybe.) of our house.
And then yesterday I got word that we now have five showings in two days.
We’re like Woo! Lots of showings! And we’re also like Oh shit! What do we do with the dog?
Because Murphy can’t be in there when people are walking around. He’d likely bark and growl and growl and growl. He doesn’t tend to take well to strangers in his house. All of a sudden, my little cuddle bunny, poor excuse for a dog-dog, is protective of his house and especially his mama.
But that’s another story.
So, we did about an hour’s worth of straightening-up yesterday to get things ready for today’s showings. I’m going to leave work early, throw the dog in the car, Fabreeze the living daylights out of the house, and then… And then….
I don’t know. No, seriously, I have no idea what we’re going to do. Just me and Murphy trapped in a Mazda3 for at least 90 minutes.
In the RAIN.
Oh, Internet. Allan’s going to be so mad at me.
I decided to get creative with my Photoshop skillz (ha!) and create a holiday/change of address postcard. Because we’re moving into the house about two weeks before Christmas, I thought it made sense to combine the two into one… and then make it a cute postcard to boot!
So I played in Photoshop, bought an adorable little wreath graphic and put the whole thing together. This evening before he went to the climbing gym, Allan looked it over and gave his stamp of approval.
I told him it would be about $25 for the whole shebang.
Uh, well, that’s not really what it turned out to be.
But it’s not my fault.
I used VistaPrint, which was the cheapest of my options. I could get 100 postcards for $20. It broke down like this: $10 for 100 and then $9.99 to print the back in color.
Except it really broke down like this: $24.99 to print them, $9.99 for the back to be in color, and then $4.99 for each image uploaded. $4.99 for the front, $4.99 for the back.
$44.00 before sales tax and shipping.
So I called VistaPrint and was like WTF? Your website lied.
Turns out to get the $10 price, I had to click on a special section of the website. And if you scroll all the way down to the end of the postcard section, you’ll see tiny, italicized print indicating the $4.99 fee per uploaded image.
But because I convinced the customer service lady that I didn’t see the fine print (truly, I didn’t), she gave me some special deals that brought my order to $26.00. Much better than $44.00.
But then came shipping.
FOURTEEN DOLLARS to ship a little box of postcards!
And at that point, unless I ordered with her, I didn’t get the $26 price. So I decided to just go with it, pay the high shipping cost, pay the additional tax, etc… And then I’d cancel the order when I got off of the phone and come up with a Plan B.
But, you see, once you place an order with VistaPrint, you cannot cancel. You cannot make changes. You cannot save yourself from being lambasted (or at least laughed at in a frustrated fashion) by your “thrifty” husband.
No, you’ve just signed yourself a deal with the printing devil.
Yes, my husband can be a cheap bastard, but it’s also going to be an expensive couple of months with the new house (that doesn’t come with curtain rods, blinds, expensive things, etc…), Thanksgiving, Christmas, traveling, and the birthdays of two parents. So right now, every $20 counts.
Allan’s due back from the gym any minute. I’m hoping he has the chocolate milk I requested, and I’m also hoping he has a sense of humor about this.
Allan came home! He brought the chocolate milk! He got angry about the postcards!
He says I don’t often look into the true, full cost of things. I disagree. Such is married life.
This photo is his physical reaction to my story. No, seriously, this is his, “Dammit, Allie!” face. I am familiar with it.
(and yes, he knows I’m posting it. it actually made him laugh. my blog – repairing one relationship at a time…)
Me: Buddy, you have to learn to resist temptation. You have to be able to walk away. You can’t always get what you want because sometimes what you want isn’t good for you, it could hurt you. I know it’s hard – we all have temptations – but you can’t give into them. So, please don’t do that again, ok? No more eating out of the garbage.
Murphy: <blink, blink>